who we are and all that we're trying to be
The noise was a cacophony, a series of machinations invading his ruminations, his senses, and he shook his head more than once to allow himself an opportunity to study, to understand. The human mind worked against him in that way, and he finally gave himself over to the hound formations, where he dodged to the right as the draconic interludes surfaced. There was some rumbling, a slipping of feet, snow whisking over his spine, a whoof and then nothing else more.
The Sword would’ve arched a brow, and likely laughed had he been capable of seeing the sight.
Perhaps Jigano was lucky in that regard then, and he only received a howl of amusement, a long, low, loud bay, as the audible motions tempted him to give chase. He returned to the previous scene of the crime as best he could, a swift chase of his muzzle attempting to lightly tap upon icy scales, and then loping off to what he estimated being a peculiar situation. He tilted his head a fraction, ears swiveling everywhere once more. Are you stuck? A portion of him, likely the Reaper insinuations, marveled it could be a trap.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
